workin' man's blues.

here's the thing. i have a job. they pay me pretty decent. i'm typing this at my "job". yeah! i think i'll start calling it a "job". always using the quotation motion with my fingers when talking about it.

i often wonder if they realize what they are paying me for. i mean, they do give me projects to work on, but they completely over-estimate the time it will take to complete these tasks. so the rest of the time i'm reading the internet and chatting to friends (with equally useless office jobs) on some sort of messenger service.

well, i guess posting on here is one more task to get me through my working day.


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